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I Believe: A Short Story
I can’t believe. Mom left me. She left our house.
Mom used to be in home and was preparing for my snacks when I came back home. But today, it was a bit strange. There was no sweet smells in the kitchen, and living room was too quiet as if there were no people in there. I threw my backpack away and ran all over the house, but mom wasn’t anywhere. After about 10 minutes of detecting, I was so tired and sat down on the sofa. And suddenly I saw a memo on the coffee table. There were only three letters, B, Y, and E. I could easily know that mom wrote this because she was the only one whom I know that only uses capital letters. I was so confused. I picked up my phone and called to dad. He said they got divorced this morning and mom left us with some
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